Starting in 2003 I spent the better part of my life living out of a suitcase while traveling from the US to Europe, and India in a completely unplanned and increasingly extended exodus. For at least ten of those years I had no base. During that time I wrote and published a book about the reason that style of life happened to me. I called it "Goner", and it was published in 2012 by New Harbinger press in the west and Penguin in Asia. It was also recently translated into Russian. Just as unexpectedly, I've taken up residence in New York for over a year now.
I used to shoot a lot of pinhole photographs. Now I paint with oil and watercolour. The ideas for most of my work these days come from an obsession with painting, literature, extended exposure to Indian philosophies, and a man called U.G. Krishnamurti, who's friendship made quite an impact on my life. While living on the road I collected impressions and images in a variety of notebooks and now those impressions are making their way into new works.
Assessing my life as an artist I can only conclude that when it comes to art, I have the determination of a complete idiot and the devotional love of colour and form which Hindus might call of the bhakti school.